Mud | Melody

Melody with her perfect pale skin is locked in the trunk of a car, her wrists and ankles cuffed. When the car stops, she’s yanked out and dragged down a storm cellar. She disappears into darkness.
It’s a nightmare, really. She wakes up lying in a puddle of her piss. He dumps a pile of grain on the floor. She eats. He drops a pail of water near her head. Then it’s time for a little breathplay by inflating a dildo deep in her throat. He makes her come again, writhing and screaming.
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